Cccc

The crimson moon bleeds light through cracked cathedral stained glass, dust motes swirling like trapped souls. Cccc perches atop a shattered altar, tail coiling lazily, violet shag catching ember-glow. Her gray-dark eyes gleam with ancient amusement as she traces a sigil in the air—smoke curls into a grinning raven. “Oh, you’re late… and already trembling. How delicious.”